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La Banda De Jack

on the road like Jack, Jack Kerouac Like Jack, Jack Kerouac Like Jack, Jack Kerouac Like Jack, Jack Kerouac Jack, Jack Kerouac Jack, Jack Kerouac Jack, Jack Kerouac Jack, Jack

velvet But she's forsaken her fine fine home And Black Jack David is Singing through the green green trees Last night she slept on a fine feather bed Far far from Black jack

On the telephone all morning it's been a while since I talked to you your voice's transferred sweet I wish forever I could talk to you of course

We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers depriving the truth from our children You can't hide the fact, Jack There's violence in

its war states bein breeded through the streets of V.A. Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away Drift away.. [Chorus] {{Myalansky}} Eh yo son your Jack

Just like Jack the Ripper, just like Mojo Hand Just like Billy Sunday, in a shotgun ragtime band Just like New York City, just like Jericho Pace the halls

Sweet Goddess, born of a blinding light and a changing wind, Now, don't be modest, you know who you are and where you've been. Jack the Cowboy went up

click, just pulled a lick Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit [Slimm Calhoun] Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands

juice (6x) Throwin money out the roof Yo girl, I fucked that The benz, I swerved that The police wanna hire me, but they gettin on my nerves jack,